Dragoncrest Cliffs the moon plays the ocean like a violin

She closes her eyes as she shares a moment of comfort between breaths. Holding them long enough eased the pain for a few seconds but the release and intake continue to cause more discomfort. For the moment, Thuringwethil only listens to the silence in their nook before the faint shuffle causes her eyelids to slowly retreat. Wildfire’s moved closer, only a few inches apart, but moves to touch one of her limbs. Slate eyes angle downward to see the curve of her belly touch her but in such a position, she does not feel the same movement. She waits a few more seconds, only to feel nothing, but she nods anyway with a hint of a smile.

Most of their conversations are about the puppies. Wildfire is far more ready than she is and she can’t help but wonder if she will ever be ready. It’s not much different than trying to fit a piece of the puzzle from some other life into her own. For now, she can at least appease some of the worry that her excitement will change when their birth occurs. “Have you thought of names?”